Saturday, March 07, 2009

Nothing in this room has changed,
The coffee cup still rests,
There upon the mantelpiece,
The kitchen’s still a mess.

The cushions are askew,
Upon the leather suite,
The window is still broken,
Shattered glass beneath my feet.

And everything reminds me
Of a time that I once knew
A time when things seemed perfect
A time when I had you

But all our dreams are broken
Just like the broken glass
And not even the best of intentions
Could bring us back the past

So I’ll set you free
Like a bird to fly
I’ll set you free
But I’ll never say goodbye

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